Lilith
When the invitation arrives, I already know what it is before I open it. The paper is heavy and there is a formal seal on the envelope. The Moonclaw insignia is pressed deep into the wax like authority still believes it owns me.
I almost laugh. I break the seal slowly, more out of habit than curiosity. My eyes move across the elegant script, the carefully chosen wording, the deliberate tone of reconciliation and unity.
My eyes scan over the words, only taking in what is important. The mating ceremony, the date, and time. But what catches my eye is a handwritten note at the bottom.
As a member of the Moonclaw family, your presence is requested. We hope this can be a moment of reconciliation for us all.
I smile, but it is cold and doesn't reach my eyes. This is not an
